While it was true that Sevyn had added thunder wood and fire crystals into the making of this dagger, he had added so little that it couldn't be seen from the surface at all. At least, he couldn't tell.
Furthermore, he had just made it two days ago. It was impossible for an outsider to know this.
"I didn't expect you to have such sharp eyes. I have to admit that I'm not as good as you. Which level of weapon making are you at?" Sevyn asked curiously and had a shard of admiration for talents.
Sebastian smiled softly. "Forget about which level of weapon making I'm at. Just know that I'm a little better than you."
Sevyn's face turned livid at his words, and anger flashed in his eyes. "Although you have sharp eyes, you're too arrogant."
Taking a seat, Sebastian then poured himself a drink. After taking a sip, he began slowly, "I'm merely stating a fact. If you don't like it, pretend that I've never said it."
Sevyn was incensed, glaring at him. "I'm a fourth-tier weapon-making master. In the entire Windwalker Kingdom, besides Mysterio and the president of the Weaponry Guild, there is no one else better than me. You've just made some rather bold claims."
"Looks like you don't want to listen to the truth. Pretend that I've never said it, then." Shaking his head, Sebastian smiled sarcastically.
Sevyn felt as though he was about to explode from the anger. "Chap, you're the only one who dared to disrespect me after all these years. Since you made yourself sound so great, then forge a weapon before me.
"If it turns out that you're better than me, I'll even ask you to be my teacher. If you're merely bragging, don't blame me for being nasty."
Stretching himself, Sebastian uttered lazily, "Alright. Since you would like to see something phenomenal, I'll fulfill your wish."
"Shut up if you don't know anything. Stop bothering me," Sebastian snapped.
"You—" Trembling, Sevyn pointed at him. This was the first time someone told him to shut up. He had the urge to kill Sebastian in a snap, but he stopped himself in the end.
Sitting crossed-leg on the floor, Sebastian pointed his first and middle finger from his right hand at the furnace, and spiritual energy shot out of his fingertips.
To Sevyn's surprise, he realized that Sebastian was a pinnacle demigod. Even though he didn't know Sebastian's exact age, he looked rather young to have such a cultivation level. In the Windwalker Kingdom, he was considered a genius.
Nevertheless, weapon-making required more than cultivation. Skills, talent, and experience were all indispensable components.

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